The door to the tea room remained closed for a long time. No one knew what was discussed inside, but when Fang Ye left, his hurried steps carried an air of retreat.
Yi Hansheng finished the last sip of tea in his cup and sneered, “What a joke.”
Ling Qingzhou, ever the refined one, wouldn’t say something so crass, but even he let out a cold chuckle.
After leaving, the two immediately called Jiang Fuyue—
Yi Hansheng: “It’s done! We got the two billion!”
Ling Qingzhou was a step late and only got a mechanical “The number you dialed is currently busy” response.
Two minutes later, he finally got through: “We won.”
“Mm, you both did well.”
Ling Qingzhou suddenly felt irritated—she said ‘you both’ instead of ‘you’.
Although it was the truth, he realized he still hated sharing her praise with Yi Hansheng. Just like back when they were both assistants, pretending to compete for achievements while actually vying for her favor.
“Tomorrow is the contract signing. Do you want to come?”
Jiang Fuyue: “No need, you guys handle it.”
“Alright.”
With Fang Ye’s concession, the two billion was practically set in stone.
No one was more shocked than He Yongjing.
Having followed Fang Ye for years, he knew his boss all too well—unyielding, aggressive, unwilling to let anyone take advantage of him.
But this Yufeng Real Estate wasn’t just taking a bite out of him—they had ripped off a whole chunk of flesh!
And they did it in just one day!
Incredible.
Once the contract was signed and the legal procedures were completed, Qingtong Street was officially transferred to Lou’s Group. On the same day, two billion in cash was deposited into Yufeng’s corporate account.
The initial purchase price for those old properties had been less than two hundred million.
In other words, Jiang Fuyue had just made a clean one billion and eight hundred-million profit.
Ling Qingzhou and Yi Hansheng each received 180 million. After deducting their 150 million investment, they still had a 30-million gain. More importantly, they each held 10% of Yufeng’s shares, ensuring they had a stake in this golden goose for the long run.
Future profits? Practically limitless.
Round it up, and it’s almost like they got it all for free.
The two of them were grinning the entire day.
Yi Hansheng was even in such a good mood that he suddenly sent out massive bonuses to his “secretary squad.”
“What’s up with President Yi today?”
“He’s usually so stingy—why’s he acting like a billionaire all of a sudden?”
“Is he buttering us up before taking it all back?”
“Totally something he’d do.”
“Or maybe… he’s in love?”
“Honestly, it’s possible! That smug, glowing face—definitely suspicious.”
Yi Hansheng stood at the office door, eavesdropping as they speculated from potential girlfriends to his personal capabilities.
…
Chatter, chatter, everyone talking at once.
Yi Hansheng stood at the office door, blatantly eavesdropping as the secretaries gossiped—starting with his potential girlfriends and somehow ending up discussing his bedroom skills.
WTF—
During work hours? Can they get any wilder?!
In the end, he quietly slipped away.
Nope. Not getting involved. Didn’t hear a thing.
Meanwhile, at home rather than at the office, Ling Qingzhou was reviewing the cash flow. He immediately contacted the finance department and replenished the one hundred million in cash that had been pulled out a week ago.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
The caller ID showed—it was Yi Hansheng.
He really didn’t feel like answering.
“What is it?” he said, eventually picking up.
“You just pulled off a huge move, and even made Fang Ye suffer for it. Not gonna come out and celebrate?”
Ling Qingzhou instinctively wanted to decline.
But then Yi Hansheng added out of nowhere, “Little Miss agreed to come. She’ll be there. So honestly, it’s fine if you don’t show.”
The implication was clear: you’d better not come.
Ling Qingzhou’s gaze darkened. Then he suddenly smirked. “Address?”
Like hell he was going to let Yi Hansheng and Jiang Fuyue be alone together!
“I sent it to you. 7 p.m., King.”
That evening.
Jiang Fuyue told her younger brother she was heading out.
Little Brother Jiang came running over: “It’s late—be careful, okay?”
“Got it.”
He stood there, not moving, as if waiting for something.
Even though Wu Qian was frantically yelling from inside for him to get back to the livestream—viewers were dropping and they were losing followers.
Jiang Fuyue smiled and patted his head.
The boy’s face turned red with shyness and satisfaction before he finally turned and ran back to the streaming setup.
Wu Qian: “…” What’s so great about a head-pat? I’ve got hands too, don’t I? Why won’t Little Chenxing let me pat him?
Jiang Chenxing: “!” So you want to pat me?!
7 p.m., King Bar.
Hu Ben didn’t know Jiang Fuyue was coming. He was in the middle of chewing out a staff member when he caught sight of her—and almost peed himself.
He immediately ran a mental checklist: Have I done anything wrong lately?
After a quick internal audit, he realized—he’d been doing pretty well!
Ever since Jiang Fuyue had called him out for fighting, the incident rate had plummeted. He barely even needed bodyguards anymore.
Relieved, he confidently walked over and greeted her in a low voice, “Sister Yue.”
“You go ahead and do your thing. Just treat me like a regular customer.”
So she wasn’t here to inspect his work. Hu Ben was completely at ease now.
And if it wasn’t about work, then that could only mean one thing—
She’s here to party! To spend money!
Hu Ben instantly got it. He swore he’d give the boss a once-in-a-lifetime VIP experience.
At the same time, Ling Qingzhou arrived.
But he didn’t realize he had a little tail behind him.
Ling Xuan sat in the car, watching coldly as his father walked into Linhuai’s biggest bar.
The neon lights filtered through the car window, casting bright colors over the boy’s blank face…
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